Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: Extra
Chapter Title: Technique for Strong Men Only
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"World-Cleaving Strike!"
Shwick.
The bizarre suit he had suddenly equipped was already almost entirely disintegrated.
From the tough skin exposed beneath—skin that looked anything but manly—blood simply erupted.
Yet what on earth was still driving this man to keep moving?
Wounds deep enough to expose bone regenerated as if bracing themselves, and Kim Yongchan staggered toward her.
Watching him approach, Yeongno was more than a little rattled.
"Damn it... This Lee Seolgi bitch has weakened my powers more than I thought."
"Yeongno!!"
"If I had to count my current strength on my fingers, I'd barely have one to show for it."
The problem was that even this fraction of power—a mere tenth—could cleave a typical pro hunter in half with a single blow.
And all it could do was heal wounds.
Everything else—fatigue, pain—was surely still weighing on him.
So why wouldn't this bastard just give up?
...No, she already knew the answer.
Or rather, ever since reviving through fusion with that human Lee Seolgi, there were facts she couldn't help but know, whether she liked it or not.
The reason this guy was desperately trying to close the distance with her.
"Love, is it?"
"That's right."
In Lee Seolgi's memories, Kim Yongchan was a coward, plain and simple.
The kind of weak male who would make a move only when the girl desperately tried to keep things going, but then tremble in fear at the thought of even ruining their current friendship.
A sniveling coward who couldn't even approach her squarely from the front and could only manage to dodge.
Having grown utterly sick of humans over the years, Yeongno could instantly tell that the gruff Yongchan in Seolgi's memories harbored exactly those feelings.
But that coward was gone now.
All that remained was a man determined to finally claim the woman he had only ever seen as a friend.
"Normal regeneration should've shut down if I severed the heart or head..."
Swish swish swish swish swish.
"Looks like the original owner of this body won't let me do that."
Just in case, she'd tried aiming for the neck and heart.
But every time, the trajectory veered off just enough to hit the wrong spots, and those misses were even turning into openings for him.
Fire Shot
Flame-infused bullets streak through the air.
Bang bang bang bang.
But attacks like that? Yeongno could snatch each bullet out of the air with her fingers.
"...!"
"Hahaha! Even if you get close, it means nothing if your attacks don't land!"
"Damn it..."
"You're hanging on with that regeneration ability, but aren't you hitting your limit soon?"
She was right...
Exactly.
Regeneration was still a skill that consumed mana and energy from within the body.
And unlike the healing wounds, his stamina had clearly reached its end—Kim Yongchan could feel one of his legs starting to refuse to move.
"Seolgi! Lee Seolgi!"
His only lifeline was the real Seolgi still trapped inside.
He'd tried to hold out by sheer will until she could reclaim her mind.
But even that was...
"...Dawn's breaking soon."
"What?"
Had they really been locked in combat for hours already?
Just then, as the dark night sky began to glow with hints of red dawn.
Shwick.
"?!?"
It had been six full days since fusing with Seolgi.
In other words, with only about three days left until "complete assimilation," no amount of resistance from the body's original owner could stop it.
"Guhk?!"
Splat splat.
With her synchronization rate surging even higher, Yeongno could now unleash the power of two fingers.
"World-Cleaving Strike... Guess it still can't cleanly sever limbs, huh?"
"...!"
"But at least now you don't charge right back in after taking a hit."
If her previous strikes had merely cracked bone, from here on out they ground like a saw.
It was on a whole different level.
The moment dawn broke into morning, Yeongno's empowered strikes instantly enveloped Kim Yongchan.
Blood sprayed wildly from the man in all directions.
"Yongchan!"
Im Eonnyeon, the branch chief who could only watch helplessly until now, called out to him amid the whirlwind of slashes.
Thud.
"...!"
"Ha!"
His entire suit shredded away, the man finally collapsed in place.
No regeneration left now either—barely any steam rose from his body. Yeongno let out a triumphant laugh.
"Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha! That's more like it. As if I, Yeongno, would drag this out against some puny man!"
"Damn it, Yongchan! I can't stand by any longer. Even if it means sacrificing every soldier up top, I'll—!"
But in that instant.
"The reason I got on my knees..."
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
"...was to build up thrust."
What the hell kind of insane line was that?
She'd been about to slice off his limbs and turn them into her personal flesh dildos.
As Yeongno closed in, Yongchan looked up at her, then extended his kneeling legs to generate that thrust.
"Nerve Reinforcement Module ON."
"That again?!"
He abruptly entered bullet time.
But no matter how fast he got, it should still be perceptible to Yeongno.
Besides, even a surprise hit in close quarters couldn't damage her—that much had been proven long ago.
He had to know that. Was this his final act of defiance?
"...No way!"
Yeongno let her guard down, even puffing out her chest as if daring him to try.
That was when it happened—the precise alignment where the physical impact and the shockwave to every woman's weakness in the Reverse World, the womb, occurred within 0.0000000001 seconds of each other.
Where the mana cloaking his body meshed perfectly with hers.
A theoretical technique that existed only in theory, requiring a host of other unknown fine conditions to somehow pull off.
"Is that... the Black Womb Punch?"
"Urraaah!"
Thwack.
Did he know what he was doing?
Im Eonnyeon, watching from behind, stared in shock at Kim Yongchan, who had somehow self-taught a technique straight out of ancient texts.
She gaped at the "black spark capable of subduing any female" flickering on his fist.
'No, it has to be an unconscious technique.'
But how the hell did he pull it off?
This wasn't some skill you could learn just because it was the "strongest" in theory.
Proof? Not a single S-rank hunter in the modern era could produce that black spark.
It was barely mentioned in books, to the point where some dismissed it as absurd fiction.
Even Im Eonnyeon had thought it was just fantasy fodder until seeing it with her own eyes.
Yet here it was—a technique dismissed as fiction even in a world of superpowers.
Used by a man, no less.
No, wait...
'Maybe he could use it because he's a man?'
Come to think of it, the records of those who had used the "Black Womb Punch" all described male hunters.
That's why it had been written off as myth. Who knew it was real?
"Hmph. See? Hitting me does jack shit."
Yeongno took Yongchan's black punch head-on.
His fist was pressed right up against her womb barrier, but Yeongno—in Seolgi's body—looked perfectly fine.
...Pshhh.
"Eh?"
"Huh?"
A few seconds later.
Until she involuntarily started gushing, her leg strength gave out, and she crumpled to the ground.
"E-eh? ...W-what the... ugh?! ...Oho? Oh, cumming haaard?!"
The black punch's power hit late, like a delayed shock—itching deep inside her womb at first, then spreading through her entire body, arching Seolgi's form like a bow.
"H-hghik?! W-what is this...? Ohok?! Hngit!"
The mighty Yeongno.
This body, known as the Queen of Snakes, squirting uncontrollably everywhere.
Impossible.
Especially since this was the first time she'd ever taken a hit like this in over ten thousand years.
"U-urine...! The piss won't stop!"
"What was that just now...?"
...Thud.
Had he exhausted himself firing that unconscious black punch?
Yongchan stared at Yeongno—whose womb was ringing wildly on its own, clitoris erect, lost in a massive orgasm with her eyes rolled back like some bitch in heat possessing Seolgi's fresh body.
Then, spent, he blacked out.
And she still wanted that Kim Yongchan—still drooling pussy juice everywhere.
"Grk...! Y-you think this'll take me down?!"
Somehow standing even mid-orgasm, Yeongno slowly shuffled toward his collapsed form.
"Hngrk... S-sensitivity inside... at least 3,000 times normal...!"
One wrong step, one slip onto her ass, and she'd be gushing noseblood while blasting piss and girl-cum simultaneously.
For a normal woman, it felt like maxed-out vibrating dildos jammed in both her ass and pussy, going full blast.
Any lapse in focus, and she'd pass out right there.
So, gritting through the pleasure, she planned to lop off that bastard's "arm" first.
"I-I'll make sure that arm never pulls that shit again!"
Yeongno reared back for the strike.
Thwack.
But then—a knee slammed into her lingering black punch-shocked womb barrier.
"Hghiii?!"
"You thought I'd just stand by and watch?"
"Y-you old hag?!"
Im Eonnyeon finally entered the fray.
Seeing her finally step up to fight, Yeongno moved to hurl all those thousands of airborne national troops and firepower gear back to earth.
But.
"Farewell then~."
"E-eh?"
The moment Yeongno prepared that "necessary sacrifice," Im Eonnyeon—as if she'd planned for another opponent—
Pat pat pat.
scooped up the fainted Yongchan with a victorious grin and bolted from the scene.